Shen Tianshu stood up from his chair, his expression grim as if he'd eaten ten pounds of bitter gall. He'd never imagined that a genius at the ninth level of Qi training would be defeated by a player at the eighth level. Even more unacceptable was that the other party had defeated him in such a humiliating manner.

The spectators in the arena had already burst into laughter.

"Haha, Young Master Wuqingjian only has this much ability, and yet he calls himself a genius!"

"Remember this now, the fate of a proud cultivator. The Spirit Realm battlefield can't be won by just shouting a few slogans!"

"Feiying is still amazing. It's so fun to teach such a high-handed guy a lesson!"

Every mocking remark was like a thorn, piercing Shen Tianshu's heart. He clenched his fists, his knuckles crackling softly. He gritted his teeth and whispered, his tone filled with suppressed anger, "This kind of humiliation... I will never commit it again!"

He took a deep breath, sat back down, and quickly flipped through the battle log. His gaze was sharp as a knife, analyzing every missed attack, every moment of being tricked by the enemy. He vowed to himself that he would completely wash away this humiliation with concrete actions.

Just as Shen Tianshu was lost in thought, the noise in the arena square suddenly rose.

"Mr. Wuqingjian, right?" A slightly sarcastic voice came from a distance.

Shen Tianshu looked up and saw several mechas slowly approaching from the other end of the square. The leading mecha was the most conspicuous—it was massive, with two exaggerated dual spirit cannons mounted on its back. Every step it took left a deep imprint on the ground, as if oppressing the air.

Onlookers gathered around excitedly.

"Wow! These are the famous 'Artillery Brothers' from the Bronze District, specializing in dealing with these pretentious masters!"

"Hey, according to the rules of the Bronze District, anyone who dares to jump out too much will be pinned down and beaten."

"Young Master Wuqing Jian is going to be beaten so badly this time that his mother won't even recognize him!"

The player in the heavy mech spoke through the public channel, his voice thick with hostility: "I heard you're quite good at pretending? Feiying is just an appetizer. Next, we'll show you what real combat is like!"

Shen Tianshu's gaze swept over these players, sensing their undisguised malice. He understood that this was no ordinary challenge, but a blatant targeting. His expression grew increasingly grim, and within him, a vague sense of unease arose.

"These guys are specifically targeting me..." Shen Tianshu thought to himself. He looked at the severely damaged Wuqing Sword Armor beside him, its spiritual energy reserves almost zero, while the opponent's mecha was in perfect condition and even looked murderous.

But his expression quickly regained its composure. He took a deep breath, sat back in his chair, and a sneer crossed his lips: "Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"